A Chicago cabdriver shares his mother's charming, homespun tales of history shaping everyday life, defining an era and a generation. "Did I tell you about when President Harding died? I was nine. August, 1923. We lived on Flournoy Street..." So begins one of Mary Jo Clark's oral snapshots of her uniquely American life. Born in 1914 on Chicago's West Side to first-generation Irish immigrants, Mary Jo was the fourth of seven children. Her father Jack...